The Great There Is Poem by Michael William
The Great There Is
In the desert, a dust storm circles around the dunes
By the lake, the frog plops into the water
On the wind, a feather floats down
Far from the wing it fell from.
The orange sky at dusk
Grows
In the small spaces between the rooftops.
A car door opens, a light in the hallway, atoms colliding everywhere:
In all of this
There is only this
The great there is.
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